Watertown republican. [volume] (Watertown, Wis.) 1860-1906, 1887-01-19

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you know, and everybody saws he il
after her money, while she, poor thing.
is awfully in love with his beaux veUY5;
, Eleanor's very heart was sick as che
read the words. 81 don't believe If. !"
she said to herself, yet knew she did
believe it. But a voice rang in her
ears: "Will you not trust ma. Ri.
eanor? ?" And with feverish haste she
wrote:
DEAR Mr.. PERCY: Is it true, as I hear.
that your engagement to your cousin is
announced? II it is, please let me be
among the first to congratulate you.
ELINoR GORDON.
The note was sent, and for the next
few days Eleanor showed herself in a
new light. The old, sweet calm was
gone, and willful caprice reigned in it's
stead. Keith did not appear, and
she f1irtea and TESTED with other men
in q way most unlike herself, and
which reused grave suspicious in
Kate's curly head. Eleanor has re-
fused him, and she ie sorry for it,"
the astute young lady reasoned, but
she had the wisdom to avoid inter-
ference. Eleanor wore no pansies
now, but deep red Jacques burned
with an angry glow over her heart, as
heart's-ease gave place to wrath in
her breast.
At length the answer came, and she
hurried with it to her room. "Dear
Miss Gordon" it began, 81 dare not
tell you what is in my heart tonight.
Fate is too strong for me, end I am
miserable. The story youhave heard
is true, but | begyou will forgive me and
not take away the treasure OF your
friendship. [ never needed it so much
as now, and cannot bear to give it
up"
Eleanor read the pitiful, weak words
with blazing eyes, and sprang to her
| feet.
"To think that any man should
dare to treat me like that !" she cried,
end, yielding to q sudden impulse of
Indignation and ecorn, she wrote
rapidly:
DEAR Mr.. PERCY l congratulate you
on the skill with which you conduct two
| f1irtations at once, and the assurance with
which you offer me the position OF second
lady in the little comedy. It is pity such
good acting should be spoiled by an anti
Climax, for assuredly you cut sorry figure
in the denouement of your plot.
E. GORDON.
It was evening, and the cool sea
breezes tanned her hot forehead, lift.
ing the curly rings of dark hair from
her temples. Out on the lawn she
heard voices of men and maidens
laughing as if the world were all sun
shine. ''I shall never laugh like that
again." she thought, as she leaned her
aching head against her chair. "Keith
would not have acted So" she said to
herself, as her anger began to give way
to sorrow, and hot tears rose to her
eyes. She did not stop to ask herself
If the thought of Keith or of Percy
brought them there. "ElinorP called
g. voice from the lawn. She dashed
away the tears and went to the win
dow. "Whao is it ?" she asked.
"Mr. Campbell is going to take us
out In q yacht to see the fires on
Green Mount ain," answered Kate
"Hurry up and put on your things or
we shall be late"
She hesitated amoment, then threw
a feecy white wrap over her head and
shoulders, and came down stairs in
answer to the summons. She had
never looked more lovely. Her eyes
cleaned like stars beneath cloud of
dark hair, while anger and indignation
gave a crimson glow to the brown
cheeks and a defiant pose to the beau
tiful head. Keith's heart beat high as
she came forward with her proud,
sweet face, but sank again at the care
less "Good evening" which was all the
greeting she vouchsafed to him.
An hr,11s lof tho oh q d,i54
idly with the tide, the wind having
died out. Other yachts in the har-
Dor were Illuminated, for it was g.
gala night: Rockets shot into the
air, falling in rain of brilliant colors,
red and blue lights burned on the sea
and shore, and strains of music,
softened by distance, came over the
water. On the right. the red glow
from the burning mountain shone in
the sky, and was reflected in the sea,
while slowly on the horizon rose the
full harvest moon, the same moon |
that only q month ago had shown on
Percy's face and heard his pleading
voice. What did she see now? By |
the side of the yacht, In the shadow of |
the sail, stood Eleanor. with downcast |
face and nervously working hands,
while beside her his speaking face in.
stinct with loves eloquence, stood
Keith Campbell.
Eleanor" he said, 81 am going
away tomorrow, but I could not 60 |
without seeing you once more. Dear
Eleanor clear voice faltered-
''can you not love me?"
The words were simple and few, but |
they thrilled with the unmistakable
ring of true and deep feeling.
what g. fool I have been," thought
Eleanor. "This man is faithful and |
true. He loves me, and I--yes, love
him."
AS if in dream she heard the earn
est voice, Eleanor, Eleanor" and
turning, with B. shy, sweet smile, she
laid both her hands in his.